Suffocation Pinnacle of Bedlam 1. Cycles Of Suffering Soon we are all to die Your hopes and fears irrelevant Projections of life and death Become complete reality All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest We offer disillusions as relief While caught we struggle hopelessly Boundless confusion saturates Only in dreams can we have clarity All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest Endless Cycles of the Suffering Endless Cycles of the Suffering Born into this filth Life not worth living These dreams of my death ...and beyond life itself Alive only to comprehend these ways passed down throughout the centuries To inflict all with fear, pain and disease, death and rebirth, the unending cycle To die in this pain, and never to reach a total path of awakening Born into filth, these dreams of my death Venial teachings guide toward the false light Kneel, Kneel, Kneel to the divine Serve, Serve, Serve the divine corruption All things will crumble All will disband All alone in this world Souls with nowhere to rest To lost everything you thought was real Terrified to let go of what you think you know Can't stop the struggling, can't let go - collapse Death and rebirth, the unending cycle 2. Purgatorial Punishment Final Judgement, your judgement Purgatorial Punishment Suffer the karmic consequence Exalted one, devours the deceased World of purgation Mirror of Karma-the naked soul Denied pleas-souls beg The impartial form, conjures unbound power A passage to testify State of disembodiment Exoteric vows A jury of deities Determines your fate The five messengers Young, old, diseased, the punished, death Desponders of truth 3. Eminent Wrath A tale of a world left behind, written to preach to the weak. Hundreds of thousands wait to bear witness to this horrid conclusion The end is near they claim, rumors of fear consume The arrival of the final decline of the world To witness the rise and fall of it all Haunting visions come to fruition A foolish faith devours life Society plagued by the horror of the end, revel in succession Slaughtered in an instant, they'll be punished for believing Slaughtered in an instant, they'll be punished for their faith The sun turns black, faith eclipsed, hope devoured The moon, blood red, the stars fall like rain Approaching the consequence Restrained, you receive the mark of the beast Soul bound, catastrophic fate Futile attempts to resist Your mortal flesh cast down burning seas of the forth coming equinox Plead for your essence, writhing in purgatory Akashic recrods destroyed - Eminent wrath The sun turns black, faith eclipsed, hope devoured The moon, blood red, the stars fall like rain Approaching the consequence Restrained, you receive the mark of the beast Soul bound, catastrophic fate Drink the wine, wrath of god Judgement fall upon you now Eternal cries of death Seed the mark of his name Fallen through, fallen through sin His mercy no longer pleads for your soul, plead for your soul Engulfing elements of strife overrule, cast into flames You are condemned to this eternal desolation 4. As Grace Descends Man fell from his grace and strayed from the path His anger now intolerable Insidious behold the pale white horse Hooded messenger of death is now set forth His dismal gaze cripples souls Renounce the seven deadly sins The air unfit to breathe The water poisoned by a blessing Darkened skies witness the final sunset Red rain showering from the heavens As grace descends! Barren lands diseased Complete collapse of conditions Burning, searing, putrid air Inhale the toxic atmosphere Asphyxiate, drown in blood Boils the flesh and eat through tissue Torrid winds, Oceans freeze Torrential acid rain The ground quakes Separates denying life As grace descends Volcanic debris consumes those left alive Denying life The extinction witness ...as grace descends 5. Sullen Days The broken ways, as I walk through the emptiness Lost souls as empty as mine... barren and desolate, foreseeing the irony Abolish the self, merge into a singular space... Confront the self, subduing the whim's inside No feelings to exude and portray the sullen days As we hide from the bitterness, Embellish reality, or so your told... No other way, to prepare for awakening Condense the frail ridden mind Keep without consciousness To adhere to the ending days The gods are not here for you now, Expect a dichotomy Ancient thoughts to prepare for the exodus Shutter at what knowledge will hold Sullen days searching for a singular way Now I conceive a brutal reality, Just wanting to kill Murder in mind, to silence a virus Internal struggle containing the violence Wanting to purge the earth Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution Pray for my soul to receive its ascension Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell Hopes of redemption decline Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within A tormented soul that's tortured and bound - god fearing agony Broken days, in my bitter reality Conform thy self, I brood within Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, The know not my plans of what destiny holds What you don't know, is silence can kill What I know is silence will manifest HATRED, brewing within me I dream of KILLING If thoughts could lash out, you'd all be dead Now I conceive a brutal reality, Just wanting to kill Murder in mind, to silence a virus Internal struggle containing the violence Wanting to purge the earth Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution Pray for my soul to receive its ascension Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell Hopes of redemption decline Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within A tormented soul that's tortured and bound - god fearing agony Broken days, in my bitter reality Conform thy self, I brood within :Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, They know not my plans of what destiny holds 6. Pinnacle Of Bedlam Low and behold aeons lives vilified Enraptured fearing, bleeding, eternal reprise Succumb to the chaos, subliminal ties Infecting lost prophecies, awaken ancient binds Enslaved from the birth, humanity quells Unnerving feelings culled,and dissatisfied Prepare for the coming of mass genocide Death becomes welcome the pinnacle of bedlam Foretold in life's blood Encoded false hypocrisy Scales tip in degradation Holographic mis-reality [SOLO: Marchais] [SOLO: Hobbs] Chaos... the beginning of sacrifice the devout stripped The pastors are praying... and their false gods have become undefined Genetic encroachment, all minds crucified Your death becomes welcome, the pinnacle of bedlam Flagurate, disperse the inner tides Propagate, virus debilitates Infiltrate, hopes deceased for a divine future Repugnance, the cure of all reincarnations Born into despair, No life to lead, Unbarring breed, The cleansing has begun... Doomed into a retrograde entity Dim humanity, prolonged disparity Depressed, obsessed, lucid philosophy As the reaping sews, the pinnacle of bedlam Chaos... the approaching extinction Impending purge, all life cast aside The immense sickness destroying our once sovereign kind Imploding humanity, all life crucified Death becomes welcome, the pinnacle of bedlam 7. My Demise The thought and the chance. To lose or perhaps to gain A new found worth or disgust. None the wiser could know Why is it my burden or blessing to be the one to go through this loss To lose or gain a chance at living, why must I be this barer of such burdens? To be this fortunate or cursed I know not the difference with such weight on my shoulders Again I must continue on the quest given to me It is not a question, it is the answer - I will be the victor I'll die too many times and not have learned the lessons forced upon me I live not for myself but for some greater good in this hell we call home I no longer exist here among men I've succumb to an unknown force I't s reduced me to nothing I am not here even now, where am I? As I still breath I'm not alive, not to feel. But rather to suffer and die A lifetime that spans eternity. Too strong to selfishly close the book of life This terrible nightmare that I'm living must be all in my head 8. Inversion The blessing's curse, inversion of the truth Imperious institutions Enlightening, or distressing the threshold? Prevalent degradation Instinctive conciseness, demanding values of uncertainty Immutable truths Iconoclastic renunciation of the false less ness Rearing expendable purity Synthetic virtues Seek out the truth Foreboding state Consumes relentlessly Vital imprisonment Malicious consequence Concealed conviction Desire, fraud, rapture Insist on the vast hypnosis Tyranny everlasting Escape your immortal soul Distrust, disbelief, discord The pain, the suffering, the fallacy [SOLO: Hobbs] Accursed obscurations of a blessing Impious mystics lie perpetually Controlling fate for centuries influence of ignorance and illusion stage the ambush The blessing's curse, inversion of the truth Imperious institutions Enlightening, or distressing the threshold? Prevalent degradation Instinctive conciseness, demanding values of uncertainty, immutable truths Iconoclastic renunciation of the false less ness Rearing expendable purity 9. Rapture Of Revocation Death lies within thyself Eager to release itself Imbued with a life All it's own Reckless signs of exclusion Renounce one's thought Of suicidal contempt Despondent and unrelentless Desire to achive Sacrificial solace Pitiful existence lends A feeling of enrichment To the other side Peacefulness ensues And eases the mind Taste the nectar of gods Death is only everlasting Rapture of the revocation Denounce the lies that hold you Don't look to the heavens For a savior trust in death and not in life Demons welcome your flesh Taste the blood and spill the wine Reborn unto this world Tip the scales that bind Unholy lies now vilified Raised from death and reassured Your task is incomplete Unholy lies Death is only everlasting Rapture of the revocation Death is only everlasting Rapture of the revocation 10. Beginning Of Sorrow The beginning of sorrow has come. You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth. Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed. You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself. The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a battle. Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one. We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference. Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till out day of release. We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and the antichrist. What is the antichrist? What is it's form? Questions still asked yet unanswered. No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon dealt upon all. Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own epidemic. Perhaps it is famine killing off millions. Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food. One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of population control. Why does this happen? It is predestined fate not open for reason or change. It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness that has no known cure. We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now for sure. Guy Marchais ‒ Guitars Frank Mullen ‒ Vocals Terrance Hobbs ‒ Guitars Derek Boyer ‒ Bass Dave Culross ‒ Drums